(General P.O.V)

"Sierra 2, come in."

The Club's security called into his radio.

He had been observing the live footage of the club and hadn't spotted the patrols on the back section of the club.

Only static answered him.

"Sierra 2, do you copy?"

The guard called out once more. There was no response.

He made eye contact with his colleague, who was seated next to him in the surveillance room. The colleague shrugged.

"You know Mike, maybe he's on a smoke break."

The first guard shook his head, standing up from his seat.

"Mike is unreliable but Ian is a professional. He wouldn't go silent on us. Not tonight."

The guard gave the radio two clicks, opening the main channel.

"All units, converge on Sierra 2's location."

He turned to his partner.

"Inform the boss we have company."

(Billy's P.O.V)

The first sign of trouble ironically didn't come from the Basement.

No, the first sign of trouble was due to something we hadn't anticipated. The men outside, the very first ones we had dealt with, missed their call up.

In an instant, I felt the 10 minds belonging to Kingpin's men; the ones guarding the club, start walking towards a hallway that wouldn't you know...led towards the fucking basement.

I had been meditating in midair but with a sigh, I floated down to the cold ground as the goons poured in from the upper floor.

"We have... friends. Nothing I can't handle."

I informed Daredevil, speaking to his mind.

He had just dealt with the 7 inside the basement.

"Good. Keep them busy. I'm approaching the final door."

He replied, surprisingly good at mental communication.

The door banged open. I raised my palm and waved at the first guy to come through.

"Hi there, I seem to be lost. Could you show me the way to the bathroom?"

He blinked, then immediately answered with a hail of bullets. They slammed onto my shield and flattened, falling to the floor.

I raised an eyebrow.

"That clearly didn't work."

"Mutie!"

He yelled then begun to lift his gun again. Frowning at the name, I flicked my wrist, slapping him to the side of the wall with telekinesis.

Breath left him and he dropped the gun, which clattered to the ground.

The second guy was already in the middle of pulling the trigger when I pushed the first guy's body back, bowling over the rest like bowling pins.

My feet left the ground as I leaned forward and flew towards them with a smile that promised pain.

"Fall back! He's one of those fucking capes!"

One of the guys said, hurrying back through the door.

"Where do you think you're..."

My words were cut off as the entry way was occupied by another goon, this one had something different in his hands.

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A huge glowing high tech gun. He held it closer to his hip like fucking Rambo and smiled.

"Kingpin sends his regards."

The weapon charged up, glowing blue.

I only had time to reinforce the TK aura around my body before a glowing blue energy beam slammed into me.

I sailed back, concrete giving under my back, then I was out of the building, the city lights flashing above me.

I unceremoniously slammed into a dumpster, bending and shredding the metal under my TK aura.

I laid there for a single second, just trying to catch my breath. My shield could take a punch from someone with super-strength.

Kinda(I like to think I held up pretty well during the fight with the Blood brothers.)

But something about that energy weapon rubbed me the wrong way and it wasn't that it hurt like a bitch.

And as I rose up from the dented remains of the dumpster, I growled in realization.

"That was a Chitauri gun. Fuck, guess the Vulture and his group of tech salvagers are active. And in business too."

The presence of those weapons showed that this mission had elevated in difficulty.

We could die here if we weren't careful.

I needed to inform Daredevil. He didn't have a TK aura like I did. Getting shot by one of those guns would leave a smoking hole in his body.

I got up from the remains of the dumpster, my TK aura pulsing blue.

"Get off my turf! I found this! It's my space!"

A croaky voice shouted from beside me. The source of the voice being a homeless guy with a beanie and a scruffy beard inside a box house.

"Okay okay, Old geezer no need to get worked up."

I raised my hands, floating up.

"Whoa...Jesus?"

The homeless guy called out in a awed tone.

"Not him."

I answered, surveying the club.

I could hear and sense the commotion from within as the men ran down the staircase leading into the backdoor.

I reached into their minds seeking to send them to sleep by shutting down their minds, only to frown.

"Dammit. Too many of them to risk it."

This was a relatively new skill that always left me almost drained. I could maybe take 2 out before the familiar headache leered it's head.

Shutting down minds wasn't exactly easy. The victim's own mental presence would fight you.

I could push through it but as it was a skill highly dependent on achieving a calm disposition to execute, forcing it would do more harm than good to the victim.

I'd just been hit by an energy gun, so I wasn't exactly calm. That said, I didn't want to kill or irreversibly mentally harm anyone, so the hard way it was.

I pulled the TK aura close to me.

With Supervillains, I could kick their ass without concern but the rest were just normal bad dudes who may or may not want to do this.

'So don't hit them too hard, Billy.'

I told myself.

Then again...these were human traffickers, could I afford to go easy on them?

The answer was no. I flew closer enough that Daredevil was in my range once more.

"Daredevil, we have a problem. They have Chitauri weaponry. I think this might have been a...

(General P.O.V)

(A few minutes prior)

"Trap."

Dare Devil said, looking around the final room.

He had made short work of the 7 men outside; although a lot of kicking had been involved.

Oh and also the sounds of bones breaking. He had no mercy for King-pin's men. They were sick and twisted just like the head honcho.

He had then moved on towards the room the kid hadn't been able to sense. He had stopped before the door, tilting his head to the side to listen.

24 heartbeats.

12 racing in fear, pulse elevated to almost panicking levels.

11 hearts also beating fast, these ones were more in anticipation colored with dread.

2 out of those 11 were standing right on the sides of the door inside the room, waiting for him.

And finally 1 heart which was pumping calmly.

He opened the door, arms raised.

Immediately 2 guns were pointed at his temples from both sides. He ignored the little voice mocking the two underlings because of the risk of friendly fire if they tried to shoot.

To his front, stood the King-pin.

"I see you retain reason, for a man dressed in the way you are."

The Kingpin said, a larger than life figure dressed in a white ivory suit and a gold chain hanging from his neck.

He stood infront of some more of his men, who had guns trained behind the heads of 12 scared girls.

The girls were shivering in fear and crying. Some of them had bruises on their arms and thighs.

DareDevil gritted his teeth, wanting to do nothing else but teach King-pin and his men the meaning of pain.

But ultimately, the girl's safety came first. He let go of his anger.

"I Know you'll kill them if I do anything. So I won't. Let them go."

Daredevil calmly spoke, head tilted as he stepped closer, holding his batons up, before proceeding to place them on the ground.

They would kill the girls and then shoot him before he could make a move on Fisk. Daredevil could tell it from their twitching muscles.

Fisk motioned to the men on either side of the man without fear. One of them placed cuffs on Daredevil's wrists, locking his hands behind his back.

"You have been a thorn in my side for a long time."

Fisk started, popping the buttons of his shirt while removing his suit jacket.

DareDevil came to a stop a few feet away from the larger man. This was a familiar dance to them.

"So you lured me here by staging a fake rescue attempt."

Daredevil said.

"But of course." King-pin nodded as he folded the sleeves of his shirt.

"I am going to usher in a new dawn for this city. You see, Vigilante, I have come across an untapped resource."

King Pin waved a hand. One of his men walked to the back of the room where rows upon rows of crates were stacked on top of each other.

The underling opened the lid and removed a weapon, then they brought it forward.

"A way to fight the good fight. Technology that seems to agree with my cause of destroying this city and then rebuilding it."

The gun was placed in Fisk's hands and he raised it up, showing a familiarity as the weapon pulsed, active.

"You will never win. Even if you take me out. There are others who will fight."

Daredevil told him fearlessly.

The King-Pin turned the high tech gun towards Matt.

"I wonder when I started hating you."

Fisk begun.

"Was it because you cost me nearly millions? Or because you hurt my reputation?"

He shook his head, eyes burning with malicious intent.

"No. I hate you because of your fucking hypocrisy."

Fisk pulled the trigger.